It was a normal winter in Communist Russia (freezing), when the USSR was stalking around out in the deep woods. His footsteps crunching in the snow was hardly heard over the pelting snow overhead.

The warmly dressed communist held onto Sovietifed ushanka to keep it from flying off, but other than that, the uniformed man was rather unbothered by the weather. To you, though, he was hardly a blur in the distance.